Sunklands

Even if the related picture doesn’t.

And Spider’s back!

—–

What’s that little thing done now??

… will be the possible annexation of land south of present Collagesity. I’m opposed!”

bb:

We have enough to deal with with what we’ve got.

Hucka D.:

Precisely.

bb:

What else is on the agenda? What other hot campaign topics are out there?

Hucka D.:

The fact that Space Ghost can run at all. What is he: 100 years old?

bb:

Almost 96, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

He gets around pret–ty good for a man that age.

bb:

Got those dead Space Ghost eyes like his son. I’d recognize him, I think.

Hucka D.:

He’ll remember the Orange Country. Before Lemon Lab, even. Way before present Linden Lab, of course. Funny how he’ll call that Lime Lab… Limeys. Complain about how they can’t touch, smell, taste. Orange Country might… you go…

bb:

Orange Country might be Real Life, then.

Hucka D.:

I think, in a way, it has to. Real virtual reality. Your world.

bb:

Other topics, then…

Hucka D.:

There’s always the fight between Power Tower and Fal Mouth Moon for money. And probably Toxic Art as well. The 3 prime galleries.

bb:

Those are owned by me, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Yes they are.

bb:

Who owns most of the old town, Hucka?

Hucka D.:

Perch.

bb:

Carrcassonnee?

Hucka D.:

That’s what you have to find out.

—–

Meanwhile the aged Space Ghost was still wandering down Route 10, now on foot in the eastern part of Sunklands. “Gramps, gramps!” called Hucka Doobie. “You have to come back to Collagesity and run for mayor! Remember your role! Remember the *script*!” Space Ghost couldn’t hear him because Hucka D. had forgotten how to properly set up a second Second Life viewer that would run concurrently with the first. “Gramps! Gramps!!” he cried in vain again to an unresponsive computer screen.

—–

“There’s nothing to find in Sunklands, Hucka.”

Hucka D.:

There’s stuff. Enough to keep him busy.

bb:

We have to go retrieve him. It’s “Nebraska” all over again.

Space Ghost hitches yet another ride.

Wait — Second Sink to the *left*. He got turned around somehow. He’s heading back to Chilbo!

—–

HOW IT STARTED:

… sleeping with the enemy I’ve heard.”

bb:

Hold on Hucka D.

—–

bb:

Not feeling top notch tonight.

Hucka D.:

Oh you’re okay.

bb:

I’m amazed that you actually own a significant chunk of Collagesity, Hucka.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) I own Gallery BOB, the Stairs Gallery, and the Edwardston Building. I use to own the Bodega Supermarket but I sold it to the guitar picker.

bb:

Joe. He’s a pretty cool guy.

Hucka D.:

Working on a Starbuccaneer campaign song I’ve heard. Something based on “Wish Upon a Star”.

bb:

Yeah, I just wish he wouldn’t sketch it out in the middle of town. Let’s save the public display for the final version!

Hucka D. (agreeing):

I think he’s tried every key so far. Sometimes he shifts keys 3 or 4 times in the same verse, if you can call them verses yet.

bb:

So he bought your store.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Has a wad of cash from some classic album he released back in the 70s. Maybe you’ve heard of it. “Tragic Hip Realignment”.

bb (thinking):

No, I don’t think so, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Wait that wasn’t it. “North South East West” by The Cardinal Directions, later shortened to just The Cardinals.

bb:

Interesting[ concept]. Let’s leave it at that.

Hucka D.:

Okay. Rent’s due by the 1st of each month promptly. Or you’re out (smiles).

bb:

You mean Baker Bloch’s out.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Sooo… when’s the election?

bb:

When do you you want it?

Hucka D.:

Tomorrow.

bb:

How about the 1st. That way I can use the date to help me remember to pay Baker’s rent.

Hucka D.:

I predict a landslide. But do you want to know the real future?

bb:

What’s that?

Hucka D.:

Baker Bloch will come back into power. Starbuccaneer Barista has been lying about her prim count. She’s not a miraculous 1 prim but 5. Townspeople will find out soon enough, and she’ll be out on her ear. Baker back. Right now they think she can be ubiquitous and take care of everything because of it. They’ll check the town prim count soon enough. Do you want to know another secret?

bb:

Sure.

Hucka D.:

Baker Bloch’s in love with her.

bb:

Doubtful. That’s the sleeping with the enemy part, I suppose.

Hucka D.:

Right. It was Room 2130. Or Corridor 2130 I guess, in this case.

bb:

Like Room 237 of The Shining movie. But they didn’t sleep together.

Hucka D.:

*She* wanted to. She wanted to be his Nordic goddess. From The North.

bb:

Another invader[ of sorts]. She has brown hair, Hucka.

Hucka D.:

She can dye it.

bb:

Baker Bloch doesn’t seem to be interested in women… or men. Except for Baker Blinker. But that’s just him again. They’re two parts of one thing.

Hucka D.:

Starbuccaneer Barista wishes to be Baker Blinker.

bb:

Again: interesting. Can she?

Hucka D.:

Probably not. But I can’t rule it out entirely. She wants to be Queen. When she’s deposed she’ll make the move. She wishes Queendom. Tell Baker Bloch to watch out.

bb:

Maybe you should tell him.

Hucka D.:

I’m not inworld much. Oh, Edwardston’s back. He’s a… well, you’ll see soon enough.

“Star’s a nobody. You’ll see.”

“Shut up. Shut up!”

“Out of my way love birds. Daddy’s home.”

“Ah, the old Orange Country. Before the Great Crush, darnit.”

“Baker Boy’s gotta get less prying neighbors!”

“I remember I use to sit about right in this spot and watch the tires roll down the stream for entertainment. [That’s about] all we had in those days. I’m tired.”